Burt

Burt ate all the fucking bees.

He said the last time would be the last time,

But the curse of Burt has returned.

He doused our crops in kerosene

And tainted our water with lead.

At puberty, all women must report to him

For their eggs to be harvested

And uteri removed.

He feasts on his own zygotes

As a chaser for the bees,

Disrupting the natural order.

He basks in the sensation of bees

Cascading down his throat,

Wings and exoskeletons scraping

His uvula on their descent.

All blood rushes from his head

To his groin.

A sting in the throat,

A buzz where he hums,

Burt’s bees

Burt’s bees

Burt is bees.

Abby Estes and Rachel Wurstner